Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

The cold jade bed emitted a chilling white mist, and there was no other sound in the tomb.

The last grain of sand in the hourglass had fallen, and a whole day and night had passed.

Huang Rong's sweat slid down her slender neck and flowed into the edge of her pink bodice, making the embroidered mandarin ducks playing in the water appear even more vibrant under the sweat.

She maintained the output of true energy with her left hand, her palm pressed tightly against Yang Guo's Niwan Palace, not daring to relax even slightly.

Little Dragon Girl sat on the right, her white undergarment slightly open at the neckline, revealing her clear collarbone, and frost formed on her hair from the extreme cold.

Li Mochou sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, her thin inner garment soaked with sweat and blood, clinging tightly to her skin and outlining her full curves, with dried bloodstains still remaining at the corners of her mouth.

Yang Guo's eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes, his vision gradually becoming clearer from blurry.

The first thing that caught his eye was the dark stone ceiling of the tomb. His eyes darted to the left, where Huang Rong's alluring figure was on full display.

He swallowed, feeling a dryness and pain in his throat.

Looking to his right, Xiaolongnu's beautiful and otherworldly face was right in front of him; finally, looking at his feet, Li Mochou was staring intently at him.

Yang Guo thought to himself, "I can't take this anymore. I'm a cripple now, my dantian is shattered to pieces. You're all dressed like this surrounding me. You're practically testing the composure of your officers."

Unfortunately, he was willing but unable to do anything. Even the slightest movement of his ribs caused him excruciating pain. He knew his physical condition well; let alone doing anything, even turning over in bed was difficult.

He parted his chapped lips, his voice hoarse and dry: "Three female bodhisattvas, thank you for saving my life. This is far too grand; I am overwhelmed with gratitude."

When Huang Rong heard Yang Guo's voice, her eyes lit up, and her tense nerves relaxed a little.

Her gaze swept over Li Mochou at the foot of the bed, her tone tinged with a hint of probing: "It's good that Guo'er is awake, but there are some outsiders here, which is really worrying. The Red Serpent Fairy has made a great decision, risking the destruction of her meridians to break through her acupoints to save people. Anyone who doesn't know better would think you're someone to her."

Li Mochou sneered and retorted, "The Beggars' Sect leader is quite the show-off. Instead of staying in Xiangyang with Hero Guo, you've run off to this dark and gloomy ancient tomb, dressed so lightly. I'm afraid Hero Guo will be furious if he finds out. I saved Yang Guo because he risked his life to protect me. I, Li Mochou, am clear about gratitude and resentment, unlike some people who say one thing to their elders and another behind their backs."

Huang Rong's face darkened slightly. Li Mochou's words were barbed and hit her weak spot.

Her relationship with Yang Guo must never be exposed, especially not to outsiders.

Just as she was about to lash out, the Little Dragon Girl on her right spoke up in a cold voice.

"Shut up and concentrate on your internal energy." Xiaolongnu's voice was cold and flat. She increased the output of her extremely cold true energy, and Yang Guo's internal energy trembled accordingly.

Yang Guo quickly tried to smooth things over, knowing that if this chaotic situation really escalated, his broken body would be the first to suffer.

He suppressed the pain in his chest and forced a smile: "Chief Huang, Teacher Long, Technician Li, we're all on the same side. Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth. All three of you are top-notch experts with profound inner strength. It's a blessing from my past life that my broken body can have three fellow practitioners. Now we're in the same boat. Healing is the priority, so please don't get angry."

He deliberately used a variety of names to distract them.

Upon hearing the words "Technician Li," a hint of tenderness flashed across Li Mochou's eyes, and she ceased paying attention to Huang Rong.

Upon hearing "Chief Huang," Huang Rong understood that Yang Guo was reminding her to be mindful of her status. She immediately snorted coldly and composed herself.

Xiaolongnu didn't care about these titles at all; she only cared about whether the internal energy in Yang Guo's body was circulating smoothly.

Yang Guo knew that Lu Wushuang was still in the passageway outside the door. This girl must be feeling very frustrated, watching her enemy right in front of her but unable to do anything about it.

He had to find her something to do to keep her away, lest she do something impulsive.

He called out to the outside of the tomb, "Wushuang, don't stand outside. Go to the kitchen in the stone chamber of the ancient tomb and get some food and boil more water. Everyone has used up their internal energy and needs to replenish it. My stomach is growling too. Bring it over when it's ready."

Upon hearing the instruction, Lu Wushuang, standing outside the door, removed her hands from her knees, stood up, and wiped the tears from her face. She understood that Yang Guo was protecting her and giving her a way out, so she dragged her left leg and limped deeper into the ancient tomb, her footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

Silence returned to the tomb, and the healing process continued.

Yang Guo calmed his mind and guided the three streams of true energy within his body.

Reshaping the dantian is an extremely slow process, and the method given by the old Taoist priest was incredibly powerful.

The vortex of true energy within the Crimson Palace slowly expanded, each rotation causing the meridians to contract, while the true energy within the Niwan Palace began to nourish the brain and repair damaged senses.

He closed his eyes, enduring the pain of his meridians being torn and then reformed.

The old meridians were broken inch by inch under the impact of the true qi, and new channels slowly took shape under the fusion of the three internal forces.

The sweat that had just emerged from his pores was frozen into ice beads by the extreme cold of the Jade Bed. He gritted his teeth, determined not to let out a single cry of pain.

Time passed slowly, and several hours went by.

Huang Rong's breathing became heavy. She was already injured, and the poison wound on her left shoulder had not yet fully healed. The prolonged output of Nine Yin Manual had severely depleted her physical strength, and she had to stop and recuperate for a while.

"I can't hold on any longer, I need to regulate my breathing for half an hour." Huang Rong's voice was weak. She slowly withdrew her left hand, made a hand seal with both hands, and closed her eyes to meditate.

Xiaolongnu immediately diverted a portion of her Jade Maiden True Qi to take over the guidance of the Niwan Palace. Although she had practiced on the Cold Jade Bed for many years and her adaptability to extreme cold was far beyond that of ordinary people, she still felt a little strained at this moment.

Seeing this, Li Mochou forcefully gathered pure Yin energy and increased the input to the Yongquan acupoint to help Xiaolongnu relieve the pressure. Her meridians were damaged, and each time she circulated her energy, it was accompanied by excruciating pain. She bit her lower lip until blood dripped onto the back of her hand.

Yang Guo sensed the changes in the internal energy within his body and knew that they were all fighting desperately, so he slowed down the rotation speed of the Crimson Palace vortex to reduce their burden.

He opened his eyes, looked at Li Mochou's pale face, and said in a low voice, "Technician Li, don't push yourself. If your meridians are ruined, I won't be supporting idle people anymore."

Li Mochou glared at him, her gentle eyes full of reproach: "Shut your mouth. If you die, I'll go and be buried with you."

Yang Guo smiled and said nothing more, but he remembered this kindness in his heart. This female demon was ruthless to outsiders, but she was completely devoted to him. Once I regain my martial arts skills, I will definitely undo all the pressure points on her.

Half an hour later, Huang Rong finished her meditation and resumed guiding the true energy in her Niwan Palace. The three of them took turns meditating, maintaining a continuous flow of true energy.

Night had fallen, and those inside the ancient tomb were unaware of the time outside.

Lu Wushuang carried a wooden tray into the tomb chamber. On the tray were several bowls of steaming congee and a pot of hot water. She kept her head down, avoiding looking at Li Mochou at the foot of the bed, and went straight to the head of the bed.

"Eat something." Lu Wushuang said stiffly, placing the wooden plate on the stone table beside her.

Huang Rong was the first to stop, picked up a bowl of congee and drank it down. The warm congee helped her regain some of her strength.

Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou also stopped eating.

Since Yang Guo was unable to move, Lu Wushuang picked up the bowl, scooped up some porridge with a spoon, blew on it to cool it down, and then brought it to his lips.

Yang Guo opened his mouth and swallowed the congee. Looking at Lu Wushuang's slightly red and swollen eyes, he lowered his voice and said, "I know all the grievances you've suffered!"

Lu Wushuang paused slightly in her hand holding the spoon, her eyes stinging again. She didn't reply, but continued feeding the porridge.

After eating, the healing process continued. This was only the first day; there were still forty-eight days to go, destined to be an extremely long and arduous tug-of-war.

Yang Guo lay flat on the cold jade bed, feeling the extremely faint but real new life force within his body.

The excruciating pain in his chest gradually subsided, and he knew that his life was completely saved.